The Merry Spring

1 O, a goodly thing is the cooling spring,
By the rocks where the moss doth grow;
There is health in the tide, and there’s music beside,
In the brooklet’s bounding flow.

Refrain:
Merry, merry little spring,
Sparkle on, sparkle on;
Merry, merry little spring,
Sparkle on for me.
Ripple, ripple, silv’ry brook,
Ripple on, ripple on;
Ripple, ripple, silv’ry brook,
Ripple on for me.

2 And as pure as heaven is the water given,
And its stream is forever new;
‘Tis distilled in the sky, and it drops from on high
In the show’rs and gentle dew. [Refrain]

3 Let them say ‘tis weak, but its strength I’ll seek,
And rejoice while I own its sway;
For it murmurs to me in the echo of glee,
And laughs as it bounds away. [Refrain]

4 O I love to drink from the foaming brink
Of the bubbling, the cooling spring;
For the bright drops that shine more refreshing than wine,
And its praise, its praise we’ll sing. [Refrain]

Source: Crowning Day No. 4 #218

• MIDI file from Crowning Day No. 4 #218